I was too young, but from tales of Marines I was stationed with, and from reading, every time I read of Korea, I think of winter and the Chosin Reservoir. Shivers and admiration. My best friend dropped me a note yesterday, saying he was lifting a stout drink in memory of the jarheads he knew who didn't make it back from 'Nam. I made my drink Coke, but made the same toast, to the jarheads I knew who missed the last 40 years.
My guess is that on this day in '67 and '68 I was probably in 2 different rice patties or forests in an "undisclosed location", usually because it was in Laos or Cambodia and we weren't operating outside of Vietnam..
mac
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We were near Unsan, N. Korea at about that time. It was miserable; the cold penetrated your soul. It sapped your will. I grew up in Michigan and I thank God I was at least familiar with extreme cold. In later years, when I read of the Marines at Chosin, I wondered if I could have survived their ordeal.
Max (Glad to be "old")
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Me, too. As usual, that ordeal came about because of poor planning higher up. Piss poor planning demands a step, or two, above perfect performance from the military, time after time.
Probably the most important thing a Marine learns at Parris Island is that you can do what you have to do if you don't quit. Those guys had learned that lesson well.`
Hat??? Didn't even get a friggin' t-shirt...
mac
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